Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.